The Maze Runner (my version)

Chapter 12

Thomas's POV

I was waiting in the woods, just as Minho had told me. I heard a rustling and turned around and out behind the hut in the woods came Zart, Winston, Frypan and- and Blair. "Will this be enough?" Minho asked me. I shook my head at him, and walked to Blair. "What are you doing?" I asked her. She looked hurt. "Well, I'm coming with you." She said as if it were obvious. I shook my head again. "No, you're not. Go, hang with Newt or something." This time, she shook her head, with an angry expression on her face. "I'm coming." She said. "How am I gonna know if you're okay?" I let out a laugh, but turned serious.

"Blair, you cannot come. It's too dangerous and I don't want you getting hurt." She stared at me. 

"I want to come. I have too." I took her hands. 

"Blair, please. We're not even suppose to go out and Gally's gonna hate me more if I bring his little pet outside to play." She stared at me, confused, then realised and got angry.

"What do you mean, Gally's pet? I'm nothing to Gally! And nothing to no one! I'm no ones- anymore!" She yelled, turned and ran.

"Shit," I muttered. Someone put their hand on my shoulder. I looked. Minho. "Come on, Thomas, it's getting late." I nodded, dazed.

"All right, let's go." 

Blair's POV

I ran out of the forest, slightly crying. All I wanted was to help Thomas and spend time with him. I'd thought he would be proud of me. But instead, he just didn't want me getting hurt, for Gally's sake. I kicked the ground and pulled at my hair. Well clearly, I had ended us. 

With my vision blurred, I ran and looked through the glade. Then I spotted who I was looking for and ran to him. "Gally!" I yelled and approached him. He turned and saw that I had been crying and worry wiped onto his face. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" I forced a smile and nodded. 

"Just... Thomas." A expression of understanding crossed his face. And then he opened his arms and I went into them. "It's okay. He was an ass hole." A pang of anger shot into my chest. At Gally, for Thomas. But I continued to hug him, my plan unveiling in my head. 

Thomas's POV

Me, Minho, Frypan, Zart, and Winston pulled the leg of the dead griever. It was disgusting. It's guts were spilled everywhere around it. Literally. We managed to pull the leg out and we all fell over. I helped Frypan up and Minho walked over to the griever and picked up one of it's insides. Then he reached inside and pulled something out, but it was making a squishy sound and he had slime all over his hands. My stomach churned. He pulled something circular and long and small. It was metal. "What the hell is that?" I asked. He shot a look at me and continued to look at it, fascinated. "Interesting." 

"Well, whatever it is, can we take this up back at the Glade?" Frypan said. "Because, I don't wanna met this guy's friends." Minho looked up from the contraption.

"He's right." Minho said. "It's getting late, come on." My heart hurt at the thought of the Glade. Because of her. So, I wasn't in any hurry in getting back, but I did not want to spend another night in here. So, we walked and then started running.

In the Glade,

Me and Minho and the rest of us went straight to Gally and Newt in the homestead. Minho handed the thing we found, to Newt. "We found this." I said. "It was in a griever."

"These are the same letters we get on our supplies." He said, confused. I knew what letter's he was talking about. There were four letters and numbers under neath the letters on the thing. WCKD. "Yeah, whoever put us here obviously made the griever's." I said. "This is the first real clue, the first anything, you've found in over three years. Right, Minho?" I asked. 

"Right." He answered, tiredly. 

"Newt, we gotta go back out there." I looked at Newt. He kept his eyes on the contraption. "Who know's where this might lead us." I finished, hoping he would give in, let us. I so badly needed to figure this out. Everything was just so confusing and nothing made sense. And it was time for that to be over. I watched as Newt and Gally exchanged look's and realised this might not be so easy. "You see what he's trying to do, right?" Gally said. I sighed and squeezed my hands into fists. "First he breaks our rules and then he tries to convince us to abandon them totally." He never broke his gaze with Newt, but Newt wasn't looking at him. He was looking at the thing in his hands. "Wha- the rules are the only thing that have ever held us together. Why now are we questioning that?" He asked, pissed. "If Alby was here, you know he'd agree with me." He added. Newt looked up from the thing to Gally, but quickly looked away. "This shank, need's to be punished." My fists squeezed tighter, but I looked to Newt, begging him with my eyes, though he was avoiding any one's eye contact. Then he looked up, meeting my gaze, but shifted his eyes to Minho and handed him back the contraption. Finally, he said, "You're right." My fists loosened from surprise and hurt. "Thomas broke the rules. One night in the pit, and no food." I was surprised and also grateful at Newt. If it was just a night, then tomorrow I could run. "Oh, come on, Newt? One night in the pit- do you think that's gonna stop him from going into the Maze?" Gally asked, incredulous. "No." Newt said, matter-of-factly. "And we can't just have non-runner's running into the Maze whenever they feel like it." I nodded in agreement, though I was disappointed. Gally crossed his arms. "So, let's just make this official. Starting from tomorrow, you're a runner." Newt said and I watched as Gally's face handled the situation. Hurt, anger. Those were the ones I saw. Everyone's head turned to Gally's. He was shaking his head. "Wow." He said and started walking out. "Gally-" Frypan reached out to him, but Gally pushed his arm away. "No, Fry." And he walked out of the homestead. Gally went after him. I turned to Newt. "Thank's, Newt." We stared at each other for a long moment. But then he looked away.